I hope you won't find these postings boring, but after several vivid dreams involving celebrities, I wanted to share my catalogue with the outside World, and after a quick hop and a skip I arrived here. So let me begin with my favourite, the Dream of Carlos Santana. I have seen him live once, at Woodstock 94. In my dream, I was once again at Woodstock 94, though this time there seemed to be a war-zone of sorts on the other side of a hill. That matters not. In my dream, as in real life, I was very close to the stage. Carlos was playing, blazing his way through songs (which sounded very good in DreamWorld, by the way), and at some point one of his band mates handed him a pipe to smoke. I recall the smoke billowing out in front of his face. He took notice of me, there in the front row, and leaned over, and handed me his pipe. I recall it was a dragon made of dark stone...very much like a Chinese Dragon. I took it from him, and tried to smoke it, but found that it was empty. "I don't have any smoke!", I told him. He grinned at me, removed his guitar, and jumped off of the stage. He assured me that he knew where to get some, and a little golf-cart type thing came and picked us up, and we were off through the multitudes in search of smoke. I remember oddly not being intimidated by cruising around on a golf cart with Carlos. Not really looking for meanings here, fellow dreamers, just sharing the night-life.
